The pose of this piece attracted me to the words of Oliver, which of course felt a little like the universe expounding on my own life and the desire to keep reaching out...or, rather, "standing around as though with (my) arms open." I am learning, lately, to look with my arms open. And by arms I also mean heart and mind and life and spirit. The more I stand with arms open, looking, the more I see and feel and know exquisite things I never dreamed of before. Along with that, of course, I also see and feel and know sorrow, pain, longing, loneliness, doubt and grief. My own and also the feelings of those my arms reach for and hold tenderly. And yet, in the slow, careful pace of a pandemic, there is time to process all the things and give them each attention. It feels right, this pace. I'm pretty sure my current spirit creature is snail or sloth or slow loris. Bring it on, universe, but slowly. :) While I get back to work on videos, enjoy a little pictorial history of this painting:
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2/1/2021 11:06:36 am
Oh Jen, this is all so good. I'm weepy with the words and your beautiful, evocative painting.
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jen
2/1/2021 11:53:10 am
awww Carol! Sending hugs, lovely one. Thank you. xo
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2/1/2021 02:06:46 pm
Jen, I am resonating with REACH and ARMS OPEN. Also with SLOTH and SNAIL. Which way to go???! THANK YOU for intros to Seba and Trina (reach reach) and million of layers of very similar colors in slightly varying hues (slow mo). In this moment, all to the good, a student about to knock on my FaceTime door, which will anchor me as the reaching and slothing interweave.
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jen
2/1/2021 08:02:21 pm
Oh Dotty, I am cracking up over here, imagining the interweaving reaching sloth and open-armed (?) snail and the push and pull of door knocks and anchors. :)
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Carl
2/1/2021 02:40:12 pm
I love everything about this post. The poem and painting tell a story. The painting knocks my socks off!
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jen
2/1/2021 08:03:12 pm
Carl! I hope you find your socks. :) And thank you BIG bunches! I so appreciate your feedback!!!!!!
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2/5/2021 01:54:50 am
The spirit of the poem resonates in your figure. The masses of blacks and blues, and the touch of beige create a dramatic figure! She seems meditating.
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